Page 156 of Damsel in Disguise

The file opens.

Page after page floods every connected monitor as usual. None of these are experimental notes or biological data.

Her entire life has been observed for seven years.

I scroll to find university records, marriage records, psychological assessments, private communications, surveillance logs, and so on until I reach the intervention reports.

Everything inside me goes cold with it.

Her husband wasn’t unfaithful initially. The Dominion turned him into one through repeated drug exposure reports, behavioral influence operations, financial coercion, and targeted manipulation.

The affair didn’t happen spontaneously. It had been engineered.

Again.

And again.

And again.

As if it wasn’t enough, pharmaceutical intervention began—repeated administration of Clozapine to introduce cognitive destabilization and hallucinatory episodes.

Until Delilah broke.

Until paranoia replaced trust and grief replaced reason.

And she murdered the man she loved.

The deeper I dig, the uglier it becomes.

Delilah’s deterioration eventually became severe enough that conventional imprisonment was deemed impossible.

She was transferred to HINR just like other subjects, the same institution where I freed Ariella from. Delilah spent months fluctuating between lucidity and complete psychological collapse.

Then the Dominion intervened, and officially, she disappeared.

Unofficially, they acquired exactly what they’d spent over a decade creating.

My jaw locks as I continue reading. The notes remain horrifyingly clinical.

Subject displays increasing dissociative tendencies.

Subject approaching acceptable instability threshold.

Subject suitable for conversion.

Everything I believed about her shatters.

The report should’ve ended there. Instead, another section unfolds beneath it.

TERMINATION EVENT ANALYSIS—updated recently after Delilah crashed in my hands.

I open it.

Surveillance footage logs.

Behavioral assessments.

Psychological observations.